Kaonashi - Flow lyrics
[Kaonashi - Flow lyrics]
Do you remember when we first met?
The shaking of our hands and
The cold gross sweat?
Showing symptoms of summer:
Amazement and wonder
How could I ever forget? And I just wanna
Do you remember when we first met?
The shaking of our hands and
The cold gross sweat?
As cold as winter friendships, they wither
And fall apart at the seams
I know you know what I mean
And it goes on and on and on, self analysis
The catalyst for my inaccurate criticism
I try to hide it
But some days I can't fight it
And some weeks I feel weaker
And some months they just keep dragging on
Essentially, I am a martyr (a martyr)
A friend for hire, a ride home
I bite the hand that feeds
'Cause it's other hand's around
My fucking neck
Quit depending on me depending on me
Depending on me
Quit asking for every fucking thing
See, there's an art to letting go
And I can't even color between the lines
I'm stuck all the time
Between I love you and fuck you
I want to figure it out
But every time I try I
Get stuck in the basics
I guess that's why I'm jaded
I hate it work, eat, sleep, repeat, misery
It's all the fucking same to me
Just let it go, just let it flow
See, we're all just starving artists
Pushing away our plates
Begging for attention that we act
Like we don't see
Every night I'm sacrificed to memories
And every morning I'm resurrected by reality
I don't want to be a prizefighter
To hold the hollow, heavy, rotten trophy
That is your attention it burns my hands
I'll never understand i'll never understand
I'll never understand
The shaking of our hands and
The cold gross sweat?
Showing symptoms of summer:
Amazement and wonder
How could I ever forget? And I just wanna
Do you remember when we first met?
The shaking of our hands and
The cold gross sweat?
As cold as winter friendships, they wither
And fall apart at the seams
I know you know what I mean
And it goes on and on and on, self analysis
The catalyst for my inaccurate criticism
I try to hide it
But some days I can't fight it
And some weeks I feel weaker
And some months they just keep dragging on
Essentially, I am a martyr (a martyr)
A friend for hire, a ride home
I bite the hand that feeds
'Cause it's other hand's around
My fucking neck
Quit depending on me depending on me
Depending on me
Quit asking for every fucking thing
See, there's an art to letting go
And I can't even color between the lines
I'm stuck all the time
Between I love you and fuck you
I want to figure it out
But every time I try I
Get stuck in the basics
I guess that's why I'm jaded
I hate it work, eat, sleep, repeat, misery
It's all the fucking same to me
Just let it go, just let it flow
See, we're all just starving artists
Pushing away our plates
Begging for attention that we act
Like we don't see
Every night I'm sacrificed to memories
And every morning I'm resurrected by reality
I don't want to be a prizefighter
To hold the hollow, heavy, rotten trophy
That is your attention it burns my hands
I'll never understand i'll never understand
I'll never understand